Poetry

Selective Light

My family are the stars, each in exile from the sun’s grasp, from the sun’s light singing of how it can save me. But the light is a lie, a story fed to babes, repeated by children, to make them feel special. But the light is a lie, a mask worn even by those still… Continue reading Selective Light

Poetry

Those Below

I stand here wondering if life is a choice. And I wonder what else is a choice. I wonder why people behave as if what they choose is not a choice. Why does a person practice a religion that hurts others as if it is not a choice? Why does a person practice politics that… Continue reading Those Below